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Hmm. Second reference I've read today to the previously-unheard-of Savarin Coffee . What does it mean?

Neonatology for me was hours gone in a flash, watching his body temperature rise under a heat lamp. Days lived in a haze, where I heard his phantom crying in the roar of a running faucet or the garage door opener. Momentous life and death seconds or hours in the surreal hospital nights trying to get him to suckle. Sobbing trying to tell my brother about it while he helped me install a car seat. Strangest best worst time of my life.